This shock was no trivial matter. The hairs on Wen Xiaoxiao's back stood on end, and a chill shot from her tailbone straight to the crown of her head.
Startled, she roared, "Again!"
Before her words had even faded, she resolutely stepped forward and slashed with her sword!
This time, she abandoned the powers of void and black ice, pouring all the spiritual energy in her body into her sword and bringing it down in the purest, most violent manner.
The move appeared plain and unadorned, yet its sword force surged skyward—
This was the most primal power.
Spiritual energy poured from the spirit sword like a burst dam, turning into a silver-white sword light.
Wherever the sword light passed, the void boiled once more—
This time, it did not merely distort—it melted outright. Like a red-hot branding iron, the silver-white sword light carved a deep trench through the void.
With that single strike, the hundred-zhang stretch of space before her all boiled and warped in an instant.
The bluestone paving slabs were swept up by the sword qi, shattering into countless fragments in midair, while even the dust was drawn into the vortex of sword qi.
Yet Du Yulin, over a hundred zhang away, merely took one step back!
Like a fallen leaf caught in the wind, she drifted backward three feet.
Even so, her face remained expressionless, with only a trace of gravity passing through her eyes. That strike truly was stronger—strong enough that she had no choice but to retreat and disperse its aftershock.
Although most of the sword force had been dispelled by the formation barrier, the remaining power still clutched her throat like an invisible hand, leaving her briefly unable to breathe.
But it lasted only an instant.
Because three hundred and sixty bamboo arrows